Acrilic on canvas [English translation]

It’s saudade* then.

And once more

From you I made the most perfect drawer ever made:

The sketches I copied from what didn’t happened

The collors I chose between the paints that I invented

I mixed them with the promise that we two never made

Of one day being three

I worked with you in light and shadow

It was always, I didn’t mean it.

I swear I never wanted to make to sad.

Always the same apologies

And apologies not always that sincere -

Almost never are.

I prepared my canvas

With pieces of sheets we didn’t get to mess

The frame I did with wood

From your bedroom’s window

From your house’s gate

I made a palette and an easel

And from the tears that didn’t played with you

I distilled the linseed oil

And from your bed I ripped pieces

That I carved in different-sized stylets

I made, then, paint-brushes with your hair

I made coal from the the lipstick I stole from you

And with it I traced two escape dots

And scribbled my horizon

And it was always, I didn’t mean it

I swear I didn’t mean it.

I didn’t want to hurt you

I swear it will never happen once more.

And it was always, always the same again –

The same treason.

Sometimes it’s hard to forget

"I’m sorry, she doesn’t live here anymore."

But then why do I pretend

To believe in what I make up ?

None of this happened

It wasn’t this way

Nobody suffered

It’s just you that causes this empty saudade*

Trying to paint this flowers whose names are

“perfect-love”**

and “Forget-me-not”.

*the feeling of missing someone or something (a only-portuguese-word)

**viola-tricolor

• Artist:Legião Urbana
• Album:Dois